It does feel kind of nice and soothing to be fussed at, which Popp doesn't want to admit to. Fortunately he does not have to admit it, because Avan is doing it regardless of his opinion.
"Ouch, ouch, that stings like hell, you're so mild all the time I forgot you've got a back full of knives."
This is the kind of clean slash where the impact takes a moment to sink in. The snow's inherently chilly and wet, so he doesn't actually realize he has blood on his face. He does loosen his collar to check out the wounds he's pretty sure he can feel.
While the coat is kind of a spectacular mess due to how many feathers there are in a wing, it's also a thick coat. These look like the kind of injuries that can be solved by a roll of bandages, or possibly a bag of medicinal herbs. It's a close call, however. Popp doesn't have any scales over his throat, but what he does have is an unbreakable necklace that caught and dragged the deepest part of the blow into his much scalier collarbones.
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"Ouch, ouch, that stings like hell, you're so mild all the time I forgot you've got a back full of knives."
This is the kind of clean slash where the impact takes a moment to sink in. The snow's inherently chilly and wet, so he doesn't actually realize he has blood on his face. He does loosen his collar to check out the wounds he's pretty sure he can feel.
While the coat is kind of a spectacular mess due to how many feathers there are in a wing, it's also a thick coat. These look like the kind of injuries that can be solved by a roll of bandages, or possibly a bag of medicinal herbs. It's a close call, however. Popp doesn't have any scales over his throat, but what he does have is an unbreakable necklace that caught and dragged the deepest part of the blow into his much scalier collarbones.